He'd chain-smoked so heavily over the years in the vicinity of that travel bag that he wouldn't be surprised if the leather had developed a tumor.

Over all, it appeared to be some sort of drug or money laundering front that was having a terribly difficult time of not coming across as both.

The payroll department was the only organized department they had, carefully and tediously ensuring no one was ever overpaid.

These were not the aliens out beaming anyone up. If anything, they'd be the ones providing apologetic form letters to the inconveniently beamed-up.

Sorry it took me so long to get back here. I went out front to smoke, and then I saw Angel's truck was unlocked and made myself a burrito with a crushed up fortune cookie inside,' said the only person they knew that would say that, carrying the little grey kitten. He pulled a wet paper fortune out of the beans. 'My burrito says 'Keep your eye on the prize'.

He was no stranger to middle fingers anyways; in Texas he had worked for a graphic design company, and the art world is overflowing with such fingers. At times almost exclusively.

So you're Charity?' he asked, trying to ease the tension. Her current behavior was not fitting of the name; her parents must have had less kidnapping-related ambitions for her.

Please stop redirecting my calls!" Kelvin screamed into the receiver, the cord wrapped and strangling his left arm and right foot like a boa constrictor that only vaguely understood how it's supposed to catch prey.

They stood there looking as if they'd weathered a brief but intense storm between Bagel's cubicle and the break room.